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The Runaway Groom Chapter 893
Isaac used his contacts and influence to pull up Irene’s clinic records there.
However, he had no idea what the term ‘biochemical pregnancy’ meant in Irene’s case file.
The gynecologist there hence told him, “To put it simply, it’s an extremely early case of miscarriage. The embryo
would be flushed out of the uterus before the amniotic sac is formed, and it’d look no different from menstrual
bleeding.”
In Irene’s case, her miscarriage coincided with her period, which passed it off as just that.
Isaac understood then, just as he realized why Irene was apologizing while she was drunk.
His mood was affected considerably, though something else concerned him more.
“Would it affect her health?” he asked.
He knew that Irene had already been hurt during her second pregnancy, and that she could no longer bear another
child.
But he was definitely content with both his sons.
The doctor then said, “No, but her health is already not ideal.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIsaac already knew that, so he left the hospital.
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Irene did not head straight home after her hospital trip, and instead made a stop to buy some food ingredients.
There were some recipes she was interested in making, and she went to work as soon as she reached home,
washing ingredients and slicing them to the right size for serving.
Isaac reached home later, and he headed to the kitchen since she saw someone there.
He found Irene hard at work with an apron tied around her dainty figure.
She was focusing on marinating the meat before dipping it into batter.
She had a photocopied recipe taped on the wall, and she was working as she referred to it from time to time.
Isaac entered the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder as
he asked quietly, “What are you making?”
Irene turned, and smiled when she saw him. “Fried butter chicken.”
“A new recipe?”
“Yeah,” Irene nodded. “I can’t just stick to a vegetarian menu every day, can I? I have to add some variety or you’d
all get sick of my cooking.”
Isaac suddenly grasped her hands and she struggled. “My hands are greasy.”
“It’s fine,” Isaac said, lowering his gaze and holding onto her tightly. “You don’t have to cook. We will eat outside.”
Irene leveled a perplexed look at him. “I’m already done here. What’s gotten into you? Bad day at work? That’s a
bad look on your face.”
Isaac said nothing, but he merely kept his hands tightly around her.
He would only feel better, holding her in his arms.
Irene struggled a little. “I can’t breathe. Let go.”
“I just want to hold you,” he murmured.
Irene sighed helplessly. “When did you get so clingy? You’re just like Tommy.”
“That’s him taking after me,” Isaac replied. “I’m the daddy, y’know.”
Irene was speechless, but she could feel that something was weighing on him.
As such, she simply stayed still and let him hold her without struggling.
Tommy suddenly ran into the kitchen, and he covered his eyes when he saw them hugging each other. “Shame!”
Isaac turned toward his son. “Come here.”
Tommy scuttered toward Isaac on his little feet and Isaac patted his head, asking, “Were you a good boy today?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTommy nodded. “Yes.”
Isaac then released Irene and dropped to a crouch to look his son in the eyes, asking softly, “Are you still upset?”
Tommy shook his head.
Isaac picked Tommy up right then. “Alright. Let’s stay here and watch mommy cook.”
“No—outside, both of you. I’d be too nervous because this is the first time I’m cooking this dish, so don’t embarrass
me,” Irene said, wiping her hands before pushing Isaac out. “Go watch TV in the living room.”
Tommy clapped his hands happily. “I want to watch TV too.”
Isaac therefore had to take Tommy out to the living room, and Irene made sure that they were watching before
returning to her cooking.
She poured and heated a pan worth of oil, and put in the marinade meat now covered in batter to fry it.
However, Isaac returned when she was halfway done.
“Why are you here again? Shouldn’t you be staying with Tommy?” she asked.
Isaac, however, simply held out her phone to her. “You have a call.”
“From who?” she asked, but Isaac simply held it to her ear.
“Hello?” she said even as she gave Isaac a dirty stare.
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